Daily dose of love quotes here
I suck at writing
In the conventional sense
Of the term.
But know that
I never believed
That a person
Could feel like home
Until I met you.
And I used to sneer
At those couples
They’d last forever.
Until I met you.
And I used to think
That a broken heart
Could never be
As the movies
Made it seem.
Until I met you.
M.S. (via pornstarwars)
when asked, “how are you?” there are two ways to respond:
you could say, “well, my bones ache from the wind blowing right through me. i’ve become a ghost again.
my head hurts from the nicotine withdrawals, or maybe it’s from withdrawing from him, i don’t know.
i keep picking scabs and i think i’m bleeding out.
i haven’t spoken to my best friend in weeks and he doesn’t seem to mind.
my mother hasn’t poked her head through my door to say goodnight in a year, even though that annoyed me i miss it
my father yelled at me for eating tonight. he’s always yelling, still.
i replace glasses of water with glasses of vodka, no chasers. no one seems to notice.
my hands have been a little shaky since i started taking more pills and stopped eating.
my rooms a mess and i’ve been sleeping way too much. shouldn’t someone say something to me?
i’ve been getting high to sad songs, it’s ruining the trips. or maybe it’s the thoughts spinning around like cyclones on water creating tidal waves on the beach i visited two years ago, where i saw all the baby jellyfish glowing in the sand at 2a.m. and i held my own hand for the first time.
the guy who broke my heart has been talking to me again. He’s my best friend, but his words are so empty now i’m surprised they have the weight to leave his mouth.
they’re probably so rehearsed, he doesn’t think twice. i think a million times.
and i couldnt even get a text back.
my neighbors have been keeping me up late and so have my back pains.
i’m sorta deteriorating, you know?”
or you could reply, “fine, and you?” and be done with it all.
This is probably the hundredth time I’ve reblogged this. I don’t even care.
Oneaday like vitamins. Your daily dose of the sherlolly kiss. So nice that I reblog it from different people every time!
The way he walks backwards a few steps after the kiss, just looking at her. HOT!
Apparently some vegans are telling people not to eat honey to support bees.
STOP. STOP NOW.
DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW BEES WORK?
Buy honey (local if possible) -> support beekeepers -> support bees.
I swear people don’t even think this stuff out.
Beekeepers provide bees with an environment in which they can live, and are encouraged to thrive. Bees then have a big huge giant person who can deal with any threats to the hive.
Yes, honey is a winter food supply for bees, but beekeepers (unless they’re dicks, in which case they’d be shooting themselves in the foot) will NEVER take too much honey from a hive, and will always ensure that bees have enough food. Think about it, you’re not going to starve a source of income/hobby, are you?
I had to reblog just for “DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW BEES WORK?" because it made me realize that some people really don’t!
Reblogging for my bee brethren!
Doctor, this is why I love you. Right here.
Vincent van Gogh was a man who is somewhat famous for his mental instability. He later ended his own life. For the Doctor to go and show him that his art mattered, and that his existence mattered…is amazing. And I wish someone could have shown this amazing artist how much he contributed to the world.
I wish the Doctor could show everyone how they mattered, because everybody does matter. In our own small way, we change the world simply by existing.
I will always, always, ALWAYS reblog this when it’s on my dash.